One a Day: Sonnet (more or less)

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I gave you a piece of my own spirit
you offered it back when we said goodbye
Yes, the last thing you want is to hear it
but for my sake, I must give this a try

We were so happy, or so I believed
you would hold me gently in your safe arms
Imagine my shock, you looked so relieved
bye to your love and protection from harm

No more tenderness and warm gentle nights
no more shared dreams and farewell to shared plans
Misunderstandings and horrible fights
all that you’ll lay on my shivering hands

I miss our conversations and laughter
my dreams of happily ever after


One a Day: Septolet

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Moon slivers
my fate line

Tip to tip
Fingers entwined
Two becomes

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